‘Beers bitch’, Charlie babbled— slurry speech a game of scrabble. Charlie was a bitch to the beer, drinking Mabble’s Apple Schnapple in every pre-drink debacle. ‘Berrz Bit-ch’ Charlie babbled, kissing the winking witch holding a crab apple. Mabble: His wife in his train wrecked life. At two to the gallon, he glugs like a fish.Continue reading “Beer’s Bitch”
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Kamikaze
Just in case you can’t read the Haiku because of the red! Kamikaze: Divine wind. In 1274, and 1281, Mongol invaders were repulsed from Japan by acts of nature that bordered on the miraculous. For some, it was as though Hachiman, God of War, himself had stretched out his hands from the heavens, and sweptContinue reading “Kamikaze”
Morning Sun
Hi everyone, I’m very pleased to announced that a third poem that I’ve written has been published by aAh Magazine! If you want to read the poem, activate the link below: https://aah-magazine.co.uk/2021/creative-submission-morning-sun-by-thomas-gallimore-barker/ What do you think of this poem? Let me know in the comments below, or by liking this poem. Don’t be afraid ofContinue reading “Morning Sun”
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Alone with the Hills
Bettle’s Bluff
King, Queen, and Jack try to play each other off in an elaborate game where bluff, deceit and intrigue is found in equal measure. Cigar wisps waft across the table, hanging over the game, laughing at the suits each three held in their palms. All three gripped secret qualms close to chests, Keeping to theirContinue reading “Bettle’s Bluff”
Hold the Land
Tarneeb
From the archives, ‘Tarneeb’ is my first try at writing a Ghazal. Hope you enjoy! In a bāzār sat four Persian Sheiks, nock-knees under the table playing Tarneeb—none willing to lose a single pisar. Fearing their wives beating them into agar, the Sheiks eyed the dough on the table, which could buy nine of theContinue reading “Tarneeb”
Again-Walker
On the edge of Oslo, I fell into the fog, where lights were snuffed out as the barrows cooled from the ice, drowning in it. I was lost in the wild, trees piled up as roots snaked around cawing ravens waited on a dying tree, on wiry and gaunt branches stripped bare. It moved, followedContinue reading “Again-Walker”
Golden Spade (in conversation with Seamus Heaney)
the spade sinks into gravelly ground: my father digging we look down. his sight sees remnants of a crown, from Spear-Danes cut savagely down. in murky mires a blotched brown; a holds-hoard under musty mound. of flourished folk sway they spell bound decayed desires bare without sound. bleached bones clutch just one touch! Lost legendsContinue reading “Golden Spade (in conversation with Seamus Heaney)”
Electrify 